It was sub-optimal for everything else about yesterday that the plumbers arrived without warning at their usual crack of business hours, but at least we are now under the impression that they have finished their work and will not be returning to deprive us of further sleep; our basement is not flooding, our washing machine is hooked up again, our pantry has the appropriate amount of walls and cabinets and paint. I am exhausted to the point where I have to remind myself that I have not suffered brain damage just because I can't write easily about the one movie I have managed to watch all week. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asakiyume linked me Natalie Merchant's "Come On, Aphrodite (feat. Abena Koomson-Davis)," which does such a good job of recalling Sappho without directly setting any one fragment that I hear the exhortation of the title in Aeolic Greek: δεῦρύ με. I don't know why in almost twenty years it has been so difficult for me to accept that pain is tiring.
asakiyume linked me Natalie Merchant's "Come On, Aphrodite (feat. Abena Koomson-Davis)," which does such a good job of recalling Sappho without directly setting any one fragment that I hear the exhortation of the title in Aeolic Greek: δεῦρύ με. I don't know why in almost twenty years it has been so difficult for me to accept that pain is tiring.
